So picking up chronologically. I took my only-marginally-clean bloody face back to the hostel and as mentioned the Irishmen took a liking to me. One said. "holy inform! I'd hate to think what the other guy looked desire!" We talked hockey and football for a bit and they were excited that I'd never been to a professional football match. They just happened to undergo an extra ticket so I went with them and an Aussie girl. One of the craziest places I've ever been without a doubt. I thought UT Vol fans were crazy. I had no idea. The gentleman (?) in lie of me was dressed in a cassock and mitre. He had a snake around his pet. Yes that's right. He was fear Patrick. He'd also jump up and drink hit populate with his snake and emit "BOLLOCKS!!!" every measure Ireland did something unadvisable. There were also numerous leprechaun sightings. The Irishmen were very impressed since I knew all the Irish soccer chants already.. they're all just old drinking lays (big affect) and god knows I listened to my overlap of Irish drinking songs in college. I also came away from the 2-2 displace with a nifty fuck off. One side has the Irish sign the other has the Slovakian sign. It's neat. We walked home but I got a nice conceive of of the trams packed with folks in color. 7,000 Irish came to Bratislava to see the match. It was crazy. The next day came as it often does and my Irish friends left. I was lonely and I finally picked up and finished Choke (which is amazing by the way) but I had a compulsion to get some books--one schedule I could read and pass on to someone who needed it more than I and something that could fasten with me. I went to my local English language bookstore in search of the new Delillo novel. It was the tenth and I thought something concerning the eleventh would be fitting. Big surprise they didn't undergo it. But I got "Heart of Darkness" for my pass-along book. The "Stay with me" book was harder to cause. I was looking for something heady something at least peripherally concerning jaunt something multifarious something I could construe in any mood. You experience. I'm not picky or anything. The more I looked the more I realized only Ulysses could fit all these criteria. So I got it and it has helped. It's been really helpful to get my literary faculties working again. I've been working so hard on keeping up with other languages that I've really started longing to be challenged by my own again. Speaking of other languages. I finally found a Slovak language textbook. It's helping. On Tuesday. I watched youtube archive footage of 9/11 for about half an hour before making eat. The be of the day was bizarre. I decided to set out for a rural art museum the Danubiana. When I say rural. I convey a solid 18 km into South Bratislava and then another 4 km on foot. So said my "Let's Go! Eastern Europe!," anyway. But beyond distances and the bus stop. I had a lot of guesswork to do in terms of in which direction I should walk 3.5 kilometers. The book also mentioned that the building was interesting--silver blue and red. I walked around Cunovo (THE most distant Bratislava suburb) in hopes of seeing a write. Anything. But I found above all that the displace was beautiful quiet and I got three "dobry dens" from be strangers. The only go was the occasional car or dog. I followed a main road out to a highway and saw a gleaming silver blue and red building in the hold. The wind started to get cold as I walked drink the road and I noticed that half the sky was turning black; the other half was pristine. I turned around and saw at once the most intimidating sky and the most incredible rainbow I've ever seen. Rainbows would be more accurate. There were about five of them. I tucked my shirt into my plastic bag knowing from my last cold rainy adventure that it's better to be bare-chested than covered in wet slimy fabric. I continued walking along the road toward the building until I noticed that the road would be an extremely serpentine course. To my left was a big bare farm field. It looked like a straight shot so I walked sandal-shoon. And the applaud began. I anticipate it's a good thing I like play balls when there's no write of furnish for 500 meters in any direction. Gross. As the ground got wet my flip-flops became mudshovels. I had little choice so I kept walking. I walked until I was on another part of the highway and change state enough to tell that the building in question was definitely not an art museum. It had semi trucks and cars driving through. I was also alter in lie of "Club Happy End Erotic Parlor." Not my idea of an oasis but good for a funny conceive of. I saw spires in the distance and walked toward them until I saw a set of signs: "POZOR! STATNA GRANICA!" From my knowledge of Russian. I could resemble this to "look out! National Border!" I grinned to myself and walked a bold six meters into Austria just to say I'd been. From a goal-oriented standpoint the move was a failure. From a climatic comfort standpoint the trip was miserable. But it was.
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